” “That’s a question of detail,” said Ann Veronica. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. His eyes were red. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look.
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